All Chapters of Is it true Love?: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

On the way to the secretary's office, I fished my cell phone out of my pocket to text Robin to pick me up from school. After my questionable departure from Kat, I would like to avoid further contact with people, and a ride in a full school bus does not really suit this project. But just as I thoughtlessly around a corner on the first floor and typed the first few words into the text field, my smartphone was suddenly snatched from me."What the...?"In a flash - and close to a heart attack - I whirl around and am just about to scream when I recognize that nasty grin that seems all too familiar to me. Nina has now tied her long, cheaply colored extensions in a braid, which makes her look somewhat younger. But her face still shows the same mendacious features that I remembered from our dispute this morning."Hello, Ella," she calls out to me provocatively, and the way she pronounces my name sounds exaggeratedly derogatory. It rises up in front of me almost threaten

Satisfied, I look around my room, which is now finally filled with life. I've spent the last three hours putting my clothes in the closet, pounding photos of my past on the walls, and putting my personal belongings on shelves. Since I've been here, I haven't touched the moving boxes and have only lived on the bare minimum. Today it is different for the first time.I only took the box with the painting utensils unopened to the attic. Painting has always been my great passion since I can remember. But I didn't touch a brush after Dad's accident, and when I did, it felt so wrong that I had to put it away quickly. My passion left me with my father, mainly because he was the one who believed in me the most. My self-drawn portrait of him is the only picture that I allow to take a seat in my room and to remember him every day.Fortunately, Robin actually picked me up from school today, which saved me from further interpersonal confrontations and the rest of the day was relati

 gentle breeze blows through my hair and makes it dance through the air in lively waves. For one morning at the end of March it is pleasantly warm today, which is why I put my gray cardigan in my pocket while driving to school. Robin chauffeured me again, but only because he was fed up with begging and wanted to be quiet. The sun tickles the skin of my bare arms as I stroll tense along the gravel path towards the main entrance. After my breakdown this morning I briefly considered just staying in bed, but my mother's comforting words have reached their destination and now here I am. With every step my heart beats one beat faster and I have to breathe deeply to be able to keep my composure to some extent.I can see Kat's black hair in the foyer. She has her back to me, so she can't see me, which is why I'm heading straight for her. But before I even reach her, she suddenly turns around, gazing straight at me. My heartbeat is accelerating and I have to pull myself together

Although I shouldn't really care, I don't like the fact that the person sitting next to me seems to find the new teacher just as attractive as I do. He's not yours , I remind myself, hunched my head when a blonde girl in the front row begins to introduce herself.Most of my classmates talk one after the other about how they want to start families and have children later. How they can earn a lot of money in good jobs so that they can buy their own house. Or how they turn their hobby into a profession and then are adored by fans. I can only smile at these utopian future prospects, when I had to experience first hand that life is simply cruel and never has what one actually longed for.While the introductory round continues and has almost reached me, I still haven't come up with a suitable answer. Nobody needs to know that my only dream is to have my father by my side again. On my second day I don't want to be degraded to the girl whose father has died, and I can do witho